Sunday, August 12, 2012


She just turned up on his door.
She asked his best friend.
He said he hadn’t seen him in almost 4 months.
Last he heard he moved back in with his parents. He told her he’s still got the number somewhere on a piece of paper.
Michael had rang him from the home phone one night really late.
He was speaking quietly cause he didn’t want to wake his parents.
The friend wrote the number not knowing if or when or how he’d speak to him again.

She looked so sad. Her eyes looked like she’d been crying. In his head he put the story together that she was home, she thought about Michael and her together. She got sad. She might have looked at some pictures of them together. Then it hit her. She needed him. She wanted to connect with him. She needed to.   She didn’t have a number for Michael and didn't know where he had gone and the nearest thing and closet thing to him she could reach for was his best friend, so she went straight to his house.

She said saw him on gmail chat a couple of months ago. She wanted to type but was too scared he'd ignore her. She said she wanted to appologise for how bad shit got between them and that she thinks most of it was her fault. He left town as a result. She's telling him all this stuff like she thinks he's gonna relay it all to Michael and maybe he'll get back into contact and come back.

He doesnt tell her how he knows Michael left at 5am crying, throwing his clothes and a pair of shoes into the back of his car and taking a 5 hour drive to Colardao and turning up at his parents after calling them only 3 hours before saying he'd just decided to get away and come stay for a while.

A Wednesday afternoon both of them in the living room. The friend just kept thinking over and over how sad it is just to have a parents home phone number of a best friend.

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